Now, with me at seventeen and daddy at thirty-nine, we were used to having just each other as company and honestly I preferred it. Daddy could still p...ss as thirty and he wasn't short of money in the bank, so over the years he'd had a steady string of younger women, bimbos! I hated it when they were around, draping themselves over my daddy, trying to keep him to themselves! Most of them could pass for my sister, let alone a mother to me!It was a boiling hot summer afternoon and I was home alone. "Gwen decided to act perfectly normal, and started a conversation with Phoebe, talking about some new store. But she kept glancing at me, sitting in my easy chair, with my cock starting to rise. Then, as if in a trance, as she chatted with Phoebe, she slowly started to take off her own clothes. It was the strangest thing. It took about fifteen minutes, but, finally, she was as nude and Phoebe and me. And she was nonchalantly wagging one of her crossed legs.I got up, walked over, and said,. IT WAS REAL, ALIVE, HARD AND THERE FOR ME TO TAKE! MUSTERING UP MY COURAGE, I FOUND MYSELF SLIPPING OFF OF MY BOOTH CHAIR AND INTO A FULL KNEELING POSITION JUST IN FRONT OF IT. IT WAS RAPIDLY TWITCHING UP AND DOWN THEN AS MY EYES CLOSELY INSPECTED EVERY SINGLE HARD INCH OF IT. ITS SMALL PINKISH DEFINED COCKHEAD, ITS LONG THIN HARD SHAFT WITH ITS MANY BULGING HARDON VIENS. ITS DIFFERENTNESS FROM MY OWN COCK. SUCKING IN MY BREATH, I LET MY NEW BORN CURIOUSITY TOWARD COCK PROVIDE ME WITH THE. It would be weeks before the alphabets were done reconstructing and testing to their satisfaction. They had copies of all the video tapes, and two unexploded vests. They had raided every address connected with the group that had been so elusive for us to find.It would take weeks and months for some things and all the collected evidence to be evaluated, analyzed and put to any use. Anyone - not already in jail - connected to the cell would be long gone.We had done all we could do. We had stopped.